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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491132" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Sort Of Poetry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A group of words that intends nothing <br>But only me <br>A group of words running towards a market of ideas <br>With no intention to buy or to sell <br>A group of children running towards the parks <br>Rushing <br>For no reason but <br>To play </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or simply a lonely <br>Word <br>With no other ambition, but to simply stroll under some shady trees of the boulevard <br>It has no direction <br>A mumbo jumbo with <br>No matching magic intended <br>A group of words like running cars to roads without traffic signs <br>Chaotic, dangerous, deadly <br>Accident-prone <br>Willing to take a solo flight <br>Then crash into the deepest sea <br>Or hit an indestructible mountain <br>Words that run berserk like kamikaze <br>When fed up <br>May take a sudden twist <br>Yogic stand stilling <br>Hide if you seek <br>Die if you will <br>Absurd <br>At times defecating, <br>Farting in the middle of a solemn mass </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A group of words invented by my heart and mind <br>And mine alone <br>Hypocrite words hand in hand with honest words <br>Telling lies <br>And telling truths <br>And you shall be confused <br>By all these confabulations <br>Though not what I really wanted to achieve, <br>As I have no criminal malice <br>Except to make this group of words <br>For its own sake <br>My sake <br>My very own pleasure <br>Tiny pleasure </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now numb, <br>Now dead <br>Another victim <br>In a perfect crime </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My own group of words wanting only to be human, <br>Ought to be, <br>Must have been, <br>And always must be </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A group of human words <br>Where burdens are buried underneath <br>Or in-between <br>Hibernating mudfish <br>Molting garter snake <br>Molten magma <br>Saved saliva <br>Spittle <br>Living group of words, <br>Pulsating tadpole </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Searching like a frisking airport guard trained for terrorism <br>A group of words, sort of poetry, sort of <br>My life <br>Expressing the idea <br>That some ideas are meant simply to be concealed <br>To be unexpressed, unexposed <br>. Like a newly cut- stem <br>Of a purple allamanda for propagation <br>For the next generation <br>Hidden from the sun </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glare is death <br>Exposure can become invisibility <br>Like familiarity breeding contempt <br>Too much <br>Can be nothing <br>In effect </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Conceal to show the power of expression </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I conceal to show my self to you <br>Helpless in anger <br>And it is good <br>Because we all need it </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is there to say? <br>When everything is there </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Like a sea lion sunbathing </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or the penguins in procession </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or the goldfish <br>Inside a bowl </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The noon sun <br>The full midnight moon </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The white cross of Magellan <br>Or the twin towers of York </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The need of not having to say any word <br>After all <br>Is the gift of etiquette </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am <br>Silent in too much noise <br>Unfathomable by too much layered depth <br>Of the everyday mores <br>Thick face <br>Thin scary skin </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lively feelings meant for the dead <br>For those better not said, better not done <br>For those that which these words have done and for those left undone <br>My life, my sort of group, of own words </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All written for the prolongation of the secretive human race <br>For the preservation of this transient world <br>In the name of duty, of life, the ought, the must, the mandatory, of all the laws, man-made and <br>God- made <br>I shall obey </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have followed <br>Down to the last letter <br>All focused for eternity </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All these words </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of fingers pointing towards the thousand careful touches of humanity </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My greatest sigh of all </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This group of words is so dedicated.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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A group of words running towards a market of ideas 
With no intention to buy or to sell 
A group of children running towards the parks 
Rushing 
For no reason but 
To play 

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